The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape, William Shakespeare More Quotes by William Shakespeare More Quotes From William Shakespeare Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life. William Shakespeare conquest fame death Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! William Shakespeare liars lying world Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss. William Shakespeare tyrants kissing war You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie. William Shakespeare wicked soul lying Ingratitude is monstrous. William Shakespeare monstrous inspirational-christmas gratitude The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant, only once! William Shakespeare arms coward courage Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt. William Shakespeare tongue news giving The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease. William Shakespeare autumn rich lord Desperate times breed desperate measures William Shakespeare desperate-times desperate-measures problem At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies. William Shakespeare revenge lying enemy Time is like a fashionable host William Shakespeare guests time hands Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, William Shakespeare toil wave time And send him many years of sunshine days! William Shakespeare sunshine birthday years Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners. William Shakespeare health garden motivational Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. William Shakespeare honesty winning peace Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, William Shakespeare land book blood Ay, but to die and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstrution and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world. William Shakespeare ice death lying The ides of March are come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone. William Shakespeare ides-of-march march gone Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass That every braggart will be found an ass. William Shakespeare bragging ass found I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously; for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth And send to darkness all that stop me. William Shakespeare nice fighting men
